"Tank... Tank... Tank!" I heard my mom call out to me. Huh? I smell bacon. Hey, it's Sunday again already? Cool. Bacon crumbles in my doggy food.
After breakfast, I lucked out this morning when my dad said we were going on a nature walk. The lake looked overwhelmingly inviting--
I looked over at my dad and he nodded in understanding. And into the lake I went.
I didn't want to get out. My dad tried and tried to coax me but to no avail. And then, I heard a strange noise coming from a nearby tree. I walked up onto the shore...
...and peered into the tree--
And there it was... the pay off.
I started to creep up on the little varmint, and BAM! He was gone. Grr... There's only one thing to do when this sitation occurs-- take a nap.
After my nap, we walked a few blocks to a restaurant named Rooster's for lunch.
I sported my dog-in-training vest and instead of eating inside the restaurant, my dad suggested sitting on the patio deck overlooking the lake.
The waiter brought me a huge bowl of water, and since it was over 100 degrees, I lapped it up without even breathing in between slurps. Finally, my mom said "that's enough" and I stopped. I probably didn't mention in my earlier posts that I have a drinking problem. I just don't seem to know when to stop drinking and if my mom doesn't limit my water intake, it comes back up the pipe, if you know what I mean. Anyway, just as my mom took the bowl away from me, my tummy started feeling gurgly, and the last thing I heard was my mom saying to my dad, "uh oh..." and then bbbblllluuuhhhhh!
I barfed all over the patio.
Remnants of my breakfast stared me in the face as little bitty chunks of food floated in the barfy water. My mom grabbed a bunch of napkins from the table and dropped them onto the floor in a futile attempt to soak up all of the watery barf. I felt kinda bad for her and started licking it up. My mom said no, no, and I backed off. Geez, mom, I was just trying to help.
So I have a little drinking problem-- I admit it.
We had planned to take a walk to Walmart after lunch, but my dad thought I should go back to the campsite and lie down for a while:
My mom went to Walmart alone. Trust me-- she didn't mind.
As she walked down the street, she saw an interesting house along the way:
Can't read the sign? Here's a closer look:
|Ha Ha Ha|
|My mom had arrived... hope she doesn't go shopping-crazy...|
Later on after it cooled down, my mom and dad ditched me for dinner and went to a nearby Mexican restaurant. They brought me a tortilla and my mom took me for a twilight walk.
People bring all kinds of items with them when they camp. Some bring hammocks, some bring propane barbecues, and some bring... lawnmowers?
Here's a closer look:
Now I've seen everything. She better not run over any squirrels with that thing--